Date: Mon, 05 Aug 2002 17:01:05 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take It Or Leave It - Ch 5

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continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

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Take It or Leave It

Chapter 5

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He carefully cleaned, dried and oiled our leathers, and I admired the way he
looked after them, as he stood there naked and proud. Finishing, he pulled
the chaps back on again, smoothing them over his legs and fastening them
into position. With the gleaming leather gripped tightly around his muscled
legs, and the bands of leather on his arms, he truly looked a formidable
sight, and one guaranteed to make me horny and desiring again. He replaced
my harness, cuffs and cockring, smiling at me as he did. Properly
re-attired, he sat on the verandah, as I knelt at his feet, resting against
the leather of his legs and feeling the texture against my skin, combining
with the comforting binding of my harness.

We rested together as I waited and he sipped a beer and rolled and smoked a
couple of cigarettes while the light faded and the rain slowly increased.
Flashes in the distance suggested it was going to develop into an electrical
storm later, but for now the steady drumming of the rain on the ground was
comforting and relaxing. As darkness descended he got up and went inside to
prepare a light easy meal, I followed him closely, staying at his feet as
much as I could, occasionally licking at his legs and smiling at him to get
a sign of approval, a grin or a scratch or a nod. He ate at the table, hand
feeding me pieces of food from his plate, or dropping chunks of meat to the
floor for me to eagerly bite up and swallow. After the meal, he looked long
and hard at me again, and I responded with a whine and moving to rub against
him. As he sat, legs spread, I nudged between his thighs, feeling the
leather of his chaps against my arms, and feeling bold, I leaned forward and
licked at his thick but flaccid manhood resting against his thigh. He
chuckled at that, and his cock twitched slightly.

"Randy fucken dog!" he stated, smiling as he did. "Must be contagious. I
feel that dungeon beckoning again. What do you think, dog boy?"

I whimpered, nodding, my cock springing to instant attention as his prong
slowly thickened and lengthened with growing anticipation. Laughing at me,
and at himself, he hissed with a wicked grin, "we'll have to make a run for
it through the rain. Come on fucker, let's go!"

He dashed out into the downpour and I followed at his heels, as we raced
around the side of the house and down into the cellar. Once inside, he found
some matches, and lit candles around the room. An eerie yellow glow filled
the dungeon as I sat patiently waiting for my master to command me. He
looked around, finding me there, and grinned again, pleasure in his face as
his distended meat twitched at his groin, a drop of precum slowly falling to
the floor.

"Here, boy!" he ordered, and I jumped up. Feeling that this was the place I
could speak, I answered promptly, "yes, Sir." He pulled me toward the sling,
laying me back into its platform of leather and lifting my feet into the
stirrups as he fastened my hands to the supporting chains, immobilising me
again. He leered down at me, his eyes full of lust, and I matched his look,
silently urging him to take me and use me.

The afternoon relaxation had worked wonders on him, his passion rising
quickly and his need urgent again as he came at me. Slapping a handful of
lubricating cream over his cockhead, he steadied himself and plunged his
weapon into my hole. I called out with the shock, pushing back at him as his
Prince Albert scraped across my tender muscles, shivers rippling my nerves
with the delight of him.

"Fuck yeah," I called out at him. "Ram that fucking monster into me, Sir."

And he did, again and again, harder and deeper with each rough powerful
shove as he used his full strength to pound himself into my wet
accommodating bowel. I hunched and bucked under him, pulling at the chains
as he fucked his meaty sword into me, taking control of my arse, and my
body. He whipped me into a frenzy of rutting need, built me up to the edge,
and pulled himself from my suctioning hole in an instant, leaving me gasping
and begging for more.

Ignoring my pleas, he retrieved a large black dildo, and grabbing it by the
base, shoved it with force into my yielding body, pulling it out and shoving
in again. Twisting and bending it, he ravaged my anus, stretched and pulled
at the muscles of my sphincter, forcing me apart and opening me to each new
assault. My nerves were raw and alive as his concentration centred on the
abuse of my puckering bud, and he thrust and pulled, twisted and bent at the
toy within me, manipulating my body to take the invading artificial prong. I
writhed and shuddered, my body quivering with delight at this new assault
and I hissed obscene dares at him, begging him to take me over and own me.
As my cock swelled and my nuts rolled I ached for release, my need building
again. And again he cut me short, reefing the dildo from me and casting it
aside as I gasped and sobbed, emptied and unsatisfied. His palm landed on my
exposed butt cheek as the slap silenced me for a moment, my skin tingling
and my hole flexed.

Without waiting, he turned away, and this time he pushed the head of a butt
plug against me. I pushed back as he jiggled it into me, pushing and
resting, pushing again as the flange of the toy widened and stretched me,
opening my sphincter and forcing my ring of muscle apart. With a heaving,
forceful shove he pressed the plug into me, and my aching searing hole
closed around it's core with relief as the huge black object filled my gut
and massaged my g-spot. Leaving me there, my arse plugged completely, he
made his way around the side of the sling and leaned over me, pinching and
twisting at my nipples, pulling them hard and eliciting screeches of pain as
he tortured my chest, followed by urgent pleas for more when he released me.

The pain of his attack invoked the intense pleasure of total sensitivity
within my nerves, and he played me like a musical instrument, knowing
exactly how to bring me up, and send me into delirious ecstasy.

Moving behind my head, he pulled at the sling and drew me back against him,
forcing his dripping turgid cock into my face as he did. Still covered in
lube and the remnants of my bodily fluids, he shoved himself into my throat,
fucking my face and shoving his ringed and crowned pillar of sex into my
gullet as I struggled to take and hold it there, to massage and nibble at
it, to suck and taste him. With my head bent back over the edge of the
sling, he slammed his huge throbbing cock deep into my throat, pounded my
neck, and pulled back again.

As I gasped for breath, he turned around and sank his hot hairy arsehole
over my face. Eagerly, I licked and sucked at the musky crevice, forced my
tongue between his mounds of firm flesh and sought out his twitching hole,
rimming him with all my skill and tasting his very manliness as I probed his
body with my tongue. Letting out a satisfied grunt, he stood again and
turned back to face me, his hand jerking hard at his raging log, and a
stream of searing hot cum splashed across my face and lips. I licked and
swallowed what I could as continued to shoot his creamy jizz over me,
coating my chest with his essence. Spent but still hard he moved back to my
arse, gripping the base of the plug and twisting it, pulling and jerking it
within me as I writhed with pleasure and ached for the joy of orgasm.

As he worked my arse with the plug, he looked along my body, taking in the
leathery harness and the writhing need in me. Hissing and excited, he
whispered, "hey boy, just how much do you think you can take?"

"Whatever you want to give, Sir!" I responded immediatley and
unhesitatingly. "I want you, all of you, inside me!"

"I got some amyl, but I don't know how good it is. Been a while since it was
used..." he looked at me with a strange sense of longing.

"Then let's try it," I hissed at him, "let's see just how loose you can get
me!"

Almost eagerly, he fetched a small, dark bottle from one of the shelves at
the rear of the cave, unscrewing the cap and holding it to my nose. It was
not as strong as it should be, but with several deep inhalations, I felt the
rush and my heart pounded as my muscles relaxed. He stared at me, watching
the reaction to the drug.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. "Looks like this should do the trick, son. Really
open you up, dog boy!" As he did, his eyes squinted in desire and he held
his hand up before me, making a fist and ramming it into the air. I looked
and understood, thought for a second and ached with anticipated arousal at
the possibility.

"Do it!" I hissed back. "This useless fuckin' slave is only here to give you
pleasure, Sir. The amyl might be old, but it'll be enough! Use your
plaything, Sir! Ignore its screams and fist it, Master!"

His eyes lit up and his prick jumped and danced at the words I threw at him.
"Think you can take it, fuckboy?" he shouted back. "I'll make you regret
that offer, you little worthless shit."

"Make me yell, Sir. Stretch my hole and do it hard, give me the ultimate
filling Master, and own me, NOW!" I shouted the last words at him, loud and
urgent, my body trembling with the thought of what I was doing, and what was
to come. He sneered evilly at me, his cock standing to attention and leaking
again at the thought of my offer, even though he had just finished shooting
his wad over my heated writhing body.

Standing behind me as he was, he looked intently at me, saw the need in me,
and made his decision. He would try it despite the weakness of the drug,
would attempt the ultimate in joining. Both of us fairly throbbed with
anticipation and excitement at the prospect, uncertainty and expected pain
only heightening the building need.

He gripped again at the plug still buried within me, and rotated it fully
within my gut. Pulling it slowly and waving it from side to side, he slowly
began to remove it. My sphincter resisted, then relaxed, as the wide solid
flange pushed me apart, slowly opened me. As the toy reached its widest
point, my arse screaming with pain as I huffed and gasped with the agony of
being split. He stopped, holding it there, not letting it exit me, nor slide
back in. I screamed out as the pain clawed at my anus, pulled hard against
the chains securing my arms, and he slapped my gut with his free hand. The
sting of the blow shot through me, and my natural reflex of clenching my
arse served to rocket bolts of pain through me as my tortured muscle tried
in vain to close around the unyielding toy. As my sphincter gave up its
useless attempt and my ring of muscle surrendered, I gasped deep breaths of
air. The pain subsided slowly and my stretched ring accustomed itself to the
unnatural forced opening.

"Hot stuff, boy," he whispered soothingly to me. "You're one hell of a hot
little number. Just relax and let yourself go. You can do this, shithead!" I
took heart from his words, and my determination returned. I could do this,
would do this, for him, and for me.

For what seemed like an eternity, he held the plug in position, keeping my
stretched rectum open wide as he moved the black toy gently from side to
side, sending chills of painful pleasure rocketing through my nerves and
into my system. My body twitched with the sensations as he held me open and
made my muscle relax and accept. I could hear the rain outside, coming down
in torrents now, making its dull thud heard even here underground as wispy
shadows and fingers of smoke twirled around in this dungeon, remote and
hidden. Hissing encouragement to me, he slowly began to remove it from my
arse, not letting me force it out, but holding against my impulses and
gradually easing the black rubber from me.

As it finally exited my body, I breathed deep and looked at him, my eyes
full of need and desire. He looked back with a face of anticipated
excitement, and held his right hand up for me to see. He smeared lubricant
in heavy globs all over his fingers and hand, and down onto his wrist,
slowly and purposefully. Stretching his fingers out then bunching them up
before my widening eyes, he made a slow, leering gesture, his fist pushing
upward, as his eyes locked on mine and glistening with excitement. I matched
his look, nodded slowly, and dropped my head back, willing myself to relax,
to go completely loose and limp for him.

More lubricant was applied to my arse, and my cock twitched in anticipated
arousal. I took a quick sniff at the bottle, feeling the slightest rush
within me as he began. The first of his fingers slid easily into me, probing
inside and curling back, pulling at my stretched ring. A second finger
followed and then a third as he wriggled his digits within my sphincter,
letting my body adjust to the increasing girth. Again he bent his fingers
and massaged me from within, pulling firmly at the knot of muscle. His
fourth finger was introduced, and he began to slide the core they formed in
and out between my anus, firm but slow as I accepted the next level of
intrusion. So far, the stretching from his hand was less than I had endured
with the butt plug, and I took him fairly easily, breathing steadily and
pushing back as he pushed in.

Deeper he pushed his bunched fingers into me, and I relaxed myself and
pushed back at him, forcing my sphincter open to accept him. As he pressed
forward, then stopped, then pressed again, the ache in my hole grew and I
made myself concentrate on the sensations as I was opened, ignoring the
accompanying pain, and reminding myself of what was happening. The thought
of being fisted by the huge bear of a man whom I had served for two days was
incredibly arousing, and helped me overlook the increasing discomfort.
Another whiff at the drug sent more blood racing through my veins, and once
again my muscles began to relax as my sensitivity increased in response. His
hand pushed on and in, until my tender ring of muscle was past the second
knuckle, the point of his thumb hidden behind the group of digits and
entering my body. He slid his hand in and out slowly, gently, letting the
movement and the narrowing, then widening, of my hole ease the onslaught.

I hissed and gasped as he persisted, my wrists pulling with all my strength
at the chains restraining me as I fought against the urge to scream out.

"Easy, boy, easy," he whispered to me, calming my nerves and lending me
encouragement. Further he delved, and my body ached with the stretching and
involuntary attempts to expel him as the wide joints where his four fingers
connected to his palm made their way past my defences.

"Almost there, you horny little fucker!" he hissed at me. "Looking so good,
feeling mighty tight and hot, boy," he said approvingly. His words meant
more to me than ever as I struggled to take his urging solid hand.

The pain grew again as my hole was stretched and tortured. I swore it was
going beyond my limits as I fought against the agony. I hissed and sweated
at the aching in my rear, screamed into the darkened room, "AAARRRGGGHHHHH,"
as I fought against the urge to make him stop. He slowed at the bellow which
was torn from my throat, did not pull back, but did not press any further.

"I won't go on if you can't take it, boy," he said quietly and seriously.
"If you've reached your limit say so, but we're so fucking close! Scream and
yell all you want, it might make it easier, but if you really want me to
stop, use a `safe word'. I know -- `boring'. Just say `boring' at any time,
and I'll know you can't go on, and I'll stop, okay?"

I nodded, hissed a "yes" between clenched teeth as my entire body ached and
tingled, electricity running through me and my nerves on fire with the pain
and the excitement.

"Talk to me," I gasped at him. "Tell me where you're up to."

And he did. As I winced and groaned, huffed and yelled out to ease the
pressure within me and release the building agony, his words came fast and
low, guttural but descriptive, and they hammered into my brain.

"You're close, boy, fucking close! My knuckles are in, that soft squelching
muscle of your butt stretched right out around me. Looks so damned hot,
yeah. Pushing, pushing, thumb knuckle hitting the edge now, slipping into
that hot wet hole of yours, boy. Come on fucker, you can do it, you can take
it all. Easy, easy, let go, let it in. Worst part coming up, son, width of
my hand, can't scrunch it closed any more, gonna stretch that horny little
fuckin arse right out. Feel it, boy? Feel the solid bone of my fist? Yeah,
that's it kid, take it! Scream out and push back, tear that pussy hole wide
apart for my arm, you shithead."

The sound of his voice was low, menacing, and erotic. I felt myself aroused
at his tone, even through the veil of pain clouding my mind. His words tore
at me, excited me, and I could picture his hand disappearing into my body as
I felt the pressure at my rear. I ached and strained, the pain searing and
strong, but with it was the tingle of pleasure, the whispering delight of
heightened sensitivity and incredible passion that came with the agony. Over
and over I drew breaths from above the small dark bottle in my hand, held
close to my nose, my sweating face.

He slowly, almost imperceptibly, continued, his voice falling to a whispered
hiss as he trembled with the excitement coursing through his own body, and
the erotic sight as we came so near to that ultimate connection.

"Just about there, boy. So close. Only millimetres to go. Hold on, son. Push
back at me you little fuck, and let it in. Getting there ... getting there ...
that's it! That's the widest, boy, you've done it, you horny little pussy."
His throat constricted and his whisper became a hoarse mutter as the agony
within me peaked. I sweated and huffed, swore I could take no more. My body
was on fire. I toked long and hard on the amyl, five or six deep, deep
breaths yet the effects seemed to take forever to reach my body, the pain in
my rear excruciating as I waited for the assistance of the drug to kick in.
I opened my mouth to say the word, feeling it form on my lips.

"b-bor--" I clenched my teeth. "BOR-- uunnhhhh. Ohhhh, FUCKING HELL!" His
hand was in me! As the width of his bone had passed through my screaming
sphincter, the muscle had given up, and then begun to close around him as
his hand narrowed again toward the wrist.

My eyes flew open, and he let out a string of expletive obscenities, his
face a study in excited arousal. With more speed now, he let my body draw
the rest of his hand into my rectum, until my ring gripped at his wrist. The
pain, so intense only seconds ago, ebbed away to be replaced by an intensity
of sensation unknowable in any other circumstances. I grinned, my face
beamed, and I gasped for breath, but now from delight rather than
discomfort. My nerves were alive, jangling and screaming their message of
tingling arousal to my brain. My cock, which had shrunk to flaccidity with
the pain of his insertion, jumped and swelled as my entire body glowed and
warmed to the realisation -- he was there! His hand was inside my body!

"Holy Fucking Hell!" I screamed out, beaming at him.

"Oh, yeah!" he breathed out, a long whispering breath as he allowed my arse
to adjust and accustom itself to his being within me. He stared down at my
hole, his arm extending from the stretched muscle, then up at me. "Fucking
oath, boy, un-fucking-believable. That is so fucking hot!"

My head swam, my body trembled with the enormity of what was happening as I
felt his arm sinking into me. Darkness around us, shaken by the flickering
candles, was the perfect setting for my flaming, aching desire as I became
an extension of his body. Suddenly all of my senses were alive, everything
so clear and acute. I knew the amyl was partly responsible, but not
completely. There was more ... I had given myself to him absolutely, and I was
just so incredibly ... alive! I could smell the perspiration on his body,
could see the pinpricks of light from the flames. I could feel the trembling
of him, his excitement intense, his arousal complete as his huge cock
twitched and leaked. I could hear the dull thudding of the pouring rain
outside our dungeon as I lay there, willing myself to relax, to enjoy, to
let the sensational power of him roll over me and own me.

Suddenly there was a flashing burst of light, so bright the shards of it
penetrated our cellar, followed immediately by a deafening crack of
lightning. I grinned and ached with aroused, intense excitement. Even the
elements were combining to herald his taking possession of my body. He
stared at me, a knowing glint lighting his eyes. Trembling with barely
controlled passion, he pushed his hand further into me, eliciting gasps and
moans as I writhed around the thick, uncomfortable but arousing trunk of his
wrist buried in my gut. I could feel the movement, could hear the squelching
sounds of my own body as he slowly flexed his fingers, closing them
gradually into a fist, balling his hand into a solid, filling lump of bone
and flesh inside my anal cavity.

"Fucking hell, boy," he whispered, guttural and breathy. "Holy fucking hell.
I got your hot wet arse wrapped around my arm, you horny little fucken dog!"
He shook as he spoke, the eroticism of our joining pounding through him.

With an evil grin and a trembling look, he gently pushed his closed fist
deeper into my moist gut, then pulled back again, just as slowly before
pushing again and steadying himself. I ached with the movement, electric
jolts thudding through me as the storm outside crashed and broke above us,
rumbling thunder shaking the very rock the cellar was cut into as our bodies
shook in unison. My heart pounded in my chest, thumping and pumping blood
throughout my wracked and tingling body as I surrendered completely,
totally, unreservedly to him. He held absolute power over me and he knew it
as his fist slid back and forward, slow but solid, deep within my bowel. I
belonged to him, and in giving my entire being to him, I took possession of
him, and owned him myself. The realisation crashed into my mind as I shook
again with impassioned pleasure, rocked to the core by my satisfied desires.

As he punched his way into me, and pulled back again, sweat poured from him.
Desire gripped him and passion overwhelmed him. We were joined, connected as
no other beings can be, lost in the flooding sea of overwhelming arousal and
erotic surrender. His free hand fell to his swollen purple cock, twitching
and dripping with the power of his insertion into me. Slowly, sensuously, he
wrapped his hand around his meat and began to slide his palm up and down his
own shaft. He shook as he did, and after only a matter of minutes, he hit
his peak, creamy ejaculate shooting from his engorged penis onto my body,
onto the sling in which I lay, and across the floor. His orgasm crashed into
him, and shook him as he came and came again and again. I had never seem
anyone go on for as long as he did, lost to the overpowering heights of mind
blowing passion.

When he finally slowed, out of breath and shuddering, he looked to me with
an unblinking stare of delight. Using the same hand, still soaked in his own
juice, he gripped and stroked at my rigid aching cock, jacking at me slowly
but firmly as I shook and screamed again with passionate abandon. When my
climax hit, I thought I would burst. Clutching at his arm, pulling against
the cuffs on my wrists, I exploded. My mind told me my body was erupting as
I lost all sense of reality and my cock spewed litres of cum over myself and
my owner, there in the dark dungeon as the thunder rolled on.

Limp and sated, I slowly regained my senses as the longest, most intense
orgasm of my life died away. Still my body tingled, still my arse ached as
he grinned and played, his fingers opening within me again. I moaned with
the lingering pleasure as he smiled approvingly at me.

"Ready, boy?" he asked quietly, and I nodded, yet again drawing at the dark
bottle of amyl. Slowly, gently he pulled his arm back, drawing his hand from
my gut. Once again my sphincter stretched until I swore it would split
apart, yet somehow it was easier this time. Perhaps I was more relaxed, and
more open, maybe just totally exhausted, but the pain was not as intense,
the stretching less agony than when he had entered. Finally, his long
fingers slid from me, and as they did he sat down heavily, exhausted but
happy. I stayed there, unmoving in the sling, my arse ravaged and sloppy, my
very soul sated.

Eventually he found his feet, and unchained my wrists, helping me to rise
off the platform of leather. Together we lay down on a padded mat covered in
black leather to one side of the dungeon. Both of us were near to complete
exhaustion, only the adrenaline still rushing through our system keeping us
conscious. As he stretched his body flat, and I moved to curl up at his
feet, both of us still leathered in full gear, he whispered to me: "Good
boy, dog. Fucking perfect!"

I smiled as blissful sleep rolled over me.

To be continued...

Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!